What appeared in front of Bu Fang were two choices. Yes, they just emerged out of thin air, but they did not come in the form of physically written words.
Bu Fang had a feeling that this ghostly green woman seemed to be prying into his heart.
With a buzzing sound, two choices emerged, one on either side. What presented to the left were a kitchen knife and a wok—it should represent cooking. To this, Bu Fang naturally was not surprised.
The choice to the right was a graceful figure. It had waving long hair, and the dress it wore seemed to be fluttering in the wind as well. The face was obscured, but without a doubt, it represented a girl.
The nobles watching the scene almost went crazy.
"I can't believe he managed to come to the third pass!"
"That old fellow actually found a guy who can come to the third pass!"
"What a familiar scene… I wonder what this young man will choose?"
